Song: A Spirit Haunts The Years Last Hours
By Alfred Lord Tennyson
I.
A spirit haunts the years last hours
Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers:
To himself he talks;
For at eventide, listening earnestly,
At his work you may hear him sob and sigh
In the walks;
Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks
Of the mouldering flowers:
Heavily hangs the broad sunflower
Over its grave i the earth so chilly;
Heavily hangs the hollyhock,
Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.
II.
The air is damp, and hushd, and close,
As a sick mans room when he taketh repose
An hour before death;
My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves
At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves,
And the breath
Of the fading edges of box beneath,
And the years last rose.
Heavily hangs the broad sunflower
Over its grave i the earth so chilly;
Heavily hangs the hollyhock,
Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.